Chapter 420: It Turns Out to Be Here

While Bai Lang is earning an income, he of course also has obligations—under British law he cannot hide at home and loaf, and he must receive education. So lawyer Anderson supervises him to attend school—a certain private primary school. It must be said that British primary schools are quite unfamiliar to Bai Lang.

By the '90s, education had already taken a happy‑going path, and in Bai Lang's view even the private primary school he now attends produces mostly useless delinquents. Relying on his iron fists, Bai Lang quickly established his position.

It began on his first day of school: after boarding the school bus and passing through the gates, Bai Lang learned which grade and class he was in, and a year later he would graduate from primary school… In any case, through the lawyer he knows his marked age in this world is ten.

Upon entering, he immediately saw those freckled, chubby‑bodied British children; a few of them, upon seeing Bai Lang arrive, instantly stood up with hostile looks and blocked his way. Bai Lang measured his own height—1.4 m, not short, just rather thin. His muscle definition isn't sharp, but when he exerts force it feels like strands of steel.

The plump kids before him were about 1.45–1.5 m tall, looking much like English bulldogs, and they provocatively blocked Bai Lang, bumping him with their bodies. Their foreign words were garbled, perhaps due to accent, and Bai Lang heard but didn't understand. Seeing Bai Lang appear uncooperative and with no teacher in sight, the boys felt provoked and reached out to shove him.

A thunderous strike came almost instantly; with clear, precise movements Bai Lang delivered a punch to each of them. Using a standard boxing stance, he struck their diaphragms, and the intense pain made them bend over and collapse, gasping for breath, though nothing serious.

Bai Lang is truly a celebrity in the fighting world, top‑ranked in noise; that blow instantly shattered the swagger of those British kids in the class, so he lifted his head, chest out, stepped over the useless ones who lay on the ground unable to even cry, and grabbed a girl, "Where is my seat?" He still knows that piece of English.

The kids rolling on the ground quickly stopped feeling pain and got up, but their eyes on Bai Lang now held fear. From that day onward, Bai Lang confirmed his throne in the private primary school… Of course, the British girls, grateful yet clueless, hurried away.

A year let Bai Lang become familiar with British life and gave his language skills a huge leap—immersed in an English environment, his listening, speaking, and reading abilities skyrocketed, surpassing his entire class—though they are still British! As for mathematics—no matter how many years he has trained in martial arts and traversed worlds, a slight recall of his 211 foundation brings it back; is a perfect score in primary math really a problem?

Thus he is a celebrity at school; the teachers only know that he is indeed Asian, with excellent grades, but they don't realize he's also a badass in fights, the unrivaled champion, the emperor of the school's martial path. That day he also graduated, and his eleventh birthday is probably approaching—if it aligns with Bai Lang's actual birthday…

Bai Lang still hasn't figured out what this world is about, because his martial techniques except for his fist style are unusable—he can't employ Hurricane, Eradication, Ice River, etc., though he can use the claw‑punch‑kick combo of the Eight‑Girl; however, the final White Tiger Light Blast won't fire.

His Qi can be refined a bit to temporarily strengthen his flesh, though it can't be projected. Bai Lang's reliable ranged attacks now are either throwing stones or snapping his fingers—using air as projectiles; it's utterly unscientific yet very martial. He can turn air into a Qi projectile, whose power is only slightly less than his actual fist. "The range is limited; the maximum output flies less than five meters before dispersing, and the power diminishes with distance, fortunately it's not a linear drop."

However, the storage pouch made from whatever talisman remains usable, and now it is the most important "treasure" in Bai Lang's hands. "It can support this 'supernatural' thing, yet it doesn't support Internal Force martial arts. What kind of era is this?" Bai Lang has pondered this for over a year and still can't figure it out.

Now he is thinking again: in the apartment he lives alone, the regular housekeeping staff keep it clean, and an annual income of over ten thousand pounds gives a teenager complete financial freedom—lawyer Anderson, apparently trusted deeply by his uncle, even serves as Bai Lang's guardian, preventing him from spending recklessly.

A 'du‑du‑du' sound came from the window, as if something hard was knocking; Bai Lang sat upright in the middle of the house and turned his head slightly— in the darkness he saw the source outside the window. "An owl? Why does that look familiar?" Bai Lang noticed the owl pecking the glass, clutching something on its foot. "Want to come in?" Bai Lang flicked his finger, a Qi projectile shot out and struck the window latch; after the impact the window opened.

The owl flew in, dropped a letter, then silently circled once and flew out through the opened window. "It really feels familiar, this déjà vu…" Bai Lang picked up the letter; it was written in green ink, "The address is correct, but there's no stamp—sent by owl?" Flipping it over showed the same ancient wax seal; Bai Lang crushed the seal and opened the letter.

"Hogwarts? This world is Harry Potter?! I have magic, I'm a wizard? Ha ha, hahahaha, what a joke." Bai Lang laughed. With all his martial arts, you'd call him a magical wizard? If what Bai Lang cultivates are those Daoist spells he never encountered before, drawing talismans as spells could be likened to so‑called magic. But forging Qi to cultivate Internal Force? That has nothing to do with magic.

Now it seems this world thinks there's a Taozi connection… "I didn't expect a British magic school to achieve universal internationalization first? As long as you're in Britain, regardless of citizenship you can enroll…" Bai Lang looked at what was written on the letter, "At least send someone to guide me?" He wondered whether he should also inform his lawyer? But first he wrote a letter to Hogwarts, hoping a teacher would take him there. So Bai Lang quickly wrote a letter, shouted toward the window, and an owl actually came; Bai Lang tucked the letter into the ring on the owl's foot and said, "Deliver it to Hogwarts."